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The broken tides of the sea
Are echos of better days.
Better days when humans had not interfeared,
And had different ways.

The elves left the world
So that they would stay pure.
To leave the foul air of corruption,
To leave the world behind.

Maybe they were wise to leave the earth,
But fleeing is cowardice.
That is why I
Have been left behind,
Because I will not run away.

There are few who will stay behind
And fight against all odds.
Most take flight, because they are loosing,
But there few who will stay and fight.

/ Granite Claws